Novel & Cerita Black Clover Does Asta Get Magic

Not until you accepted it. I jump down from the van, “What are you talking about?” ‘Look again, tell me what you see.’ I turn to face the cliff, looking up at the castle and the thick black clouds that hover above it. “Looks like a storm is about to hit.” ‘Those black clouds are not what you think. They are a sign of dark magic.’ “I’ve dealt with another Witch. I’ve met an older lady who was also a Witch. I didn’t see any of that.”

At least she would have some time to plan and prepare herself for it. I could see her stressing out in her mind, but she didn’t say anything out loud. She just nodded to me. That’s when I felt it, the intrusion of magic. It was flowing through the house and I could feel it trying to infiltrate my mind. It didn’t work though, because you can’t use magic on a Reaver. We are magic. I instantly looked over to Ambrosia who had tried to stand, but she was definitely feeling the effects. Of course she was, she’s Human.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

She then motioned her head to the right, signaling the elf to quickly move out. "That took longer than I expected. I almost fell asleep." Jim commented with a yawn as he stood up and stretched his arms. "But I'm glad to see you again, May!" He walked towards her with a mischievous smile. Once he got closer to her, he was suddenly greeted with a dark cloak harshly thrown right in his face. "Geez, could you just give it to me nicely like a kind loving lady." The elf complained. "Which I am not." Mayari replied. "The cloak is similar to mine, casted with invisibility magic. Use it to stay out of sight."

The night split open in chaos. Chad lunged at Koren with a snarl that cracked through the trees, their massive forms colliding with bone-splintering force. Magic burst from the impact, a shockwave rippling the ground beneath my feet. I staggered back, my heart tearing in two as I felt his rage pouring through our bond like molten iron. But Aster was there—smirking, waiting for me. Her dark aura slithered toward me like smoke, his eyes sharp with the hunger of a predator who had waited too long for this moment.

Isla asked, her voice barely a whisper. “This is where the ancient magic lies,” Astra replied, her voice distant, as if lost in memory. “This is where the Bound Alpha will either rise or fall.” Isla swallowed, the weight of the words sinking in. She stepped forward, instinctively drawn to the stones. As her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of one of them, a jolt of energy surged through her, and she gasped. The stone was warm to the touch, alive with power. It was as if it recognized her, as if it had been waiting for her.